Silent Are The Watchers

If my wrath broke up tombs and swept away tresholds pushing broken old values into dark pits if my hate would blow rotten words to dust like a cleansing wind through moulding graves Then I could rejoice where gods lay entombed covered with the sands of time beside the keepers of a dying faith Silent are the watchers Even I would love the church if the sun watchers down through cracked domes on the worms below Silent are the watchers gargoyles of a glorious past perched upon their thrones in cold shadow cast across infinite reaches unto new morals away from this filthy domain